The dark side of the moon

Quietly, beneath the waves of our conscious mind

Mindless thoughts of randomness swim by,

At times ebbing, and intensifying in the others,

Leaving behind shells of imaginary madness in the shores.

The world is a theater, they said, and we the actors,

Essaying countless roles of the societal face,

The inner soul, though, shares the same stage,

Only in the backdrop, devoid of the lights and the noise.

Captured By: Soumabha Basu, Location: Planet Earth

In its tranquil days and solitary nights, the soul cries out

Dialogues heard by none, but repeated manifold,

Eclipsed by the mask of glitter and glam,

Sneaking a meek look, from the dark side of the moon.

The world inside too, has all the bustle and chaos,

Of a constant poise between duty and desire,

Awaiting its turn to perform under the sun.

Till then, the waves crash, as messengers of the other world.